Waiting on the Shore (a poem)

Waiting on the Shore

Written October 1st, 2011

Icy September water

Sighs softly as it kisses the shore

Pitch black from the touch

Of a tense, starless night

The water swirls, rolling, undulating,

Lapping at my feet

A breeze rushes by

Lifting and tossing my hair

So it can touch my neck;

Soft, exposed, and vulnerable

Leaving a sinister whisper in my ears

A secret I can’t quite decipher

Steel Darkness (a poem)

Steel Darkness

Written June 29th, 2011

There’s a ’55 Ford Thunderbird

That follows me wherever I go

It’s old and rusty, but it runs like new

And it’s much closer than it was a few years ago

My persistent shadow, hovering nearby

It’s been there as long as I can remember

Trailing behind as I mow the lawn

Idling quietly while I rake leaves in September

Sometimes it snarls with a loud engine rev

And I jump out of my skin

It regards me with bright, stoic headlights

And I sense a tainted, evil soul within

Who I Am (a poem)

Who I am

Written March 10th, 2011

You see me

Coming down the hall

In my black clothes

My big combat boots

My music too loud

All by myself

You think to yourself

She must be depressed

She must be lonely

An outcast

What an awful way to live

Drifting through this cold world